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"Ami~ Buddha! Since Your Excellency wants to point out the results of the poor monk's practice, then ......"

Before the dustless hoarse voice could finish speaking, a powerful gravity directly pressed on his body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info masked man had no intention of being verbose with this monk at all, and as soon as he got started, he was twenty times the oppressive force of gravity.

It wasn't until the surrounding ground silently sank down two feet, and the sound of stone shattering was heard through the powerful gravitational field.

This is not because the ground is sinking too fast, but because in this strong gravitational field, even the speed of sound is distorted and slowed down.

But in the middle of the collapsed ground, there was a circular platform about two meters in diameter that had not collapsed downward.

It was a black-gold bell-shaped air shield with a diameter of two meters and a height of three meters. The surface of the air mask is covered with mysterious Sanskrit and Futu carvings, like a talisman in the world of Xianxia, 360 degrees without dead ends, protecting Wuchen and the ground under his feet.

The masked man was stunned for a moment, and said in astonishment: "It's also a golden bell jar?" ”

"No, it's the Yijin Sutra!"

The dust-free voice in the bell-shaped hood seemed to be several years younger. As he spoke, he collected a few points of his strength, thinning the bell-shaped air cover, revealing the face of a monk who looked like a middle-aged monk inside.

“…… This is the highest level of the Yijin Sutra, the black-level floating slaughter! …… I don't know, donor. Was that a trick just now? ”

"Of course not!

My intention was to put some pressure on you and give you a sense of the power gap between us. But since you can do nothing with this gravitational field, that's great. …… Now it's time to get started! ”

Although the masked man was curious about the changes in Wuchen's face and voice, he was just curious, and he didn't plan to ask more.

He stretched out his slightly pale but round and full palm in the direction of the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple. In the air, which ordinary people can't see, but people with spiritual power perception can roughly perceive, a gravitational line connects a stone pagoda in Tallinn, the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, like a rainbow bridge.

"Vientiane Tianyin~!"

With the whispering of the unreadable faces under the mask, there was a loud rumbling sound in the direction of the entire Shaolin back mountain, filled with a thick layer of smoke and dust.

At the same time, a tall tower that is more than 20 meters high, and the whole body is stacked and repaired by bluestone and white stone, instantly rises from the ground, and after slowly rising to a height of 100 meters in the sky, it smashes down on the bell-shaped air cover covered by the dustless body~!

"Amitabha~! I'm not as good as hell, who goes to hell? ”

But in the face of the attack like a meteorite falling from the sky, Wuchen folded his hands and still stood still in place......

While~~! The deafening sound whistled like dozens of yellow bells rang non-stop.

In front of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, it was as if it had been blasted by a Scud missile, and a powerful wave of qi carried a large number of stones and dust in place to form several circles of circular shock ripples.

Because of the smoke and dust, I can't see the specific scene at the time of the collision. I could only feel that some of the stones on the ground around me were swept by a layer of sound waves that seemed to be ultrasound, and they suddenly turned into powder.

Obviously, this is a very clever unloading technique, tilting the impact force generated at the first moment of the collision towards the ground.

But under this kind of desperate smashing of ordinary people, the bell-shaped air hood only broke through the third floor and the tenth floor, and because of the weakness of the follow-up, it collapsed into a three-foot-thick black gas wall mixed with a golden stripe through the sky.

I think that in the novel "Dragon Babu", the sweeping monk also used this three-foot air gun to dissipate all the attack power of all the masters who besieged him on the spot. But at this time, it seems that the three-foot qi wall is just a manifestation of the strength being broken up and the follow-up powerless.

And this qi wall held on for another 0.1 seconds under the huge force, and it still collapsed.

Most of the remaining towers in the sky continued to fall above Dustless's head......

……

Half a minute later, looking at the ruins in front of the Scripture Pavilion, the masked man shook his head a little dissatisfied.

"I only used half the effort...... It seems that you are still overestimated. I didn't have time to use the last two tricks, so I stopped cooking. The four great miracles of Shaolin Temple seem to be just a waste of fame. ”

With that, he turned around and walked around the ruins and strode towards the Scripture Pavilion.

"Donor, slow down~!"

Boom~~~, a large number of stones in the ruins slid outward as if pushed by a powerful bulldozer inside, revealing a forty-year-old monk wearing a monk's robe and shining with golden aura around him.

The voice, which almost matched the age of this face, made the masked man's footsteps pause.

When he turned around and saw the golden qi mask on this Wuchen's body, he couldn't help but vomit:

"I have truly believed in your wickedness. …… Actually, under the true qi of the Yijin Sutra body, there is a layer of golden bell covers?! Look at your golden appearance, how many layers have you practiced? ”

"No more, no less, just eleven and a half!"

(The highest height of the golden bell jar is only 12 layers, and the 12 layers are known as invincible in the world.) But throughout the ages, those who have practiced to the twelfth level are only the founder of the Golden Bell Jar, Dharma. ）

In the face of his body temperature, the middle-aged monk had no intention of hiding his secrets.

In fact, he already knew in his heart that even if he hid it, he couldn't stop the true strength of the masked man in front of him.

"Count you cow!"

The masked man gave him a thumbs up. He really admired the defense of this Shaolin Temple to the extreme. Bodhidharma is the real cow, and all he thinks of is this kind of kung fu specially prepared for the little "recipients".

The four wonders of Shaolin: Golden Bell Jar, Yijin Sutra, Tongzi Gong, and Washing the Marrow Sutra. Reign in the world [Yijin Sutra], ascend to the Tao [Washing the Pulp Sutra], the world is invincible [Golden Bell Jar], [Tongzi Divine Skill] to build immortals!

The golden bell jar is to become a master in the beating, and Tong Zigong is the older the virgin, the stronger the power, as long as it does not break the body, it is the first in the world, and the degree of abuse can be imagined! The old virgins who are close to 100 years old are about to become Dharma gods, and they can't do it!

Of course, in addition to these two perverted kung fu, the remaining two are not normal.

At least the kung fu of Yi Jin Jing is very torturous. You can't practice when you want to, but you can practice when you don't want to. I've got a grass! As long as the masked man thinks about this strange setting in his heart, he directly wants to scold his mother.

As for the marrow washing meridian...... Didn't know much. It is said to be lost. However, even if it is not lost, it is estimated that few people will be able to practice it. Because the Purifying the Pulp Sutra is purely a kung fu for cultivating the soul and spiritual power. If you don't get started, it's hard for you to get started.

However, the masked man could feel that this monk called Wuchen must have practiced the Cleansing Sutra.

Because that kind of spiritual field like the aura of the paladin's mind has been trying to influence his spirit and thinking since the start of the fight. In "Dragon Babu", Father Qiao Feng and Father Murong Fu are estimated to be like this, and they were washed by the Washing of the Marrow Sutra.

In other words, you can directly follow the effect of this exercise and call it "Brainwashing Sutra"?

The masked man could no longer express his complaints about the legendary figure of the grandmaster "Dharma".

……

But...... Now that he knew that this Wuchen had probably learned all the four great divine skills, the masked man also decided not to take it anymore. Give him a ruthless blow, so as not to really be embarrassed in this martial arts plane.

In the dustless perspective, the masked man simply folded his hands, and the next moment, a distorted wave repelled from the center of his body in all directions.

The mouth under the mask twitched slightly: "Shinra ~ Heavenly Sign~!" ”

Roar~~~! The scream of the force field tearing through the vacuum spread outward like a mountain and a sea in the center of the circle where the masked man had landed.

In the dustless pupils, it was like a black flower blooming, and then he was like a scarecrow under a hurricane, thrown into the roof of a distant attic by this strong thrust, and then pierced out, and then crashed into another distant attic, and then pierced out again...... Until you can't see a dustless figure.

The extremely violent shock wave flew out in all directions, whether it was the earth, mud and rocks, grass and trees, houses, and even the air, they were all repelled in an instant, and the ground with a radius of tens of meters turned into a huge pothole.

Even a large section of the wooden wall on the first floor of the Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion not far away was also twisted a little bit under the pressure of the shock wave under the pressure of this huge pressure release, and even began to crack, and then collapsed in an instant. A large number of paper scriptures were scattered into pieces of paper and flew in the air, and with the vacuum collapse of the repulsion of the Shinra Heavenly Expedition, the resulting inward squeezing force was sucked towards the battlefield where the two were fighting.

Boom~~, the snowflake-like scriptures fell on the head of the masked man. Under the ruins and huge craters around the ruined walls, there is a very poignant poetic feeling.

However, fortunately, the collapsed wooden wall of the Scripture Pavilion is only a part of the first floor, while the second and third floors, where martial arts secrets and magic skills are stored, are intact. Otherwise, this shot will be a big loss!

He stretched out his hand and lifted it in the direction of the entire Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion. In the sound of the wood cracking, the entire part of the attic above the first floor was completely uprooted by him. Then he waved horizontally towards the attic, and the attic, which was no less than ten meters long, wide and high, was stuffed into his storage space.

The reason why he was so disrespectful of his face, without determining whether Wuchen was alive, was in a hurry to put away the Scripture Pavilion. Purely because, I didn't feel a burst of emptiness in my heart. Even if he sent Wuchen flying for two or three miles, there was no guarantee that Wuchen would not still climb out again.

Wuchen, who is proficient in the four great magic skills of Bodhidharma, is really too resistant to beating!

He had previously been afraid of the Scripture Pavilion that was close at hand, and he could only use ten percent of his strength at most. This hair, it is estimated that he will not be able to kill him, and his face will be lost.

……

However, the dust and violent explosion before had already boiled the entire Shaolin Temple.

Even if I didn't know it, especially the terrifying scene where the entire tower was pulled out of the back mountain and smashed towards the front of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the position of the masked man was directly exposed.

When dangdang~~~, the Shaolin Temple warning bell continues to ring. Different from the ordinary morning bell and dusk drum, the bell is mixed with impatience, nervousness, panic and restlessness.

In this unusual bell, even some senior monks who were indifferent to Shaolin mundane affairs, such as the Dharma Academy and the Elders' House, got up from their cross-seated seats and rushed towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with the thousands of ordinary disciples of the Shaolin Temple.

And in the direction of the other side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, an old monk with white eyebrows and a drooping face is leading a large group of old monks who look old to rush here.

He had a clear appearance, wearing a yellow monk's robe, a big red robe, holding a nine-ring tin staff, and his face was pale gold. On either side stood nearly 20 monks in red robes, some of whom were wrinkled and old, some of whom were thin and shriveled like dead wood, and some of whom were melancholy and elegantly mature.

The other young monks were armed with sticks, and all of them followed behind the old monks, as if they wanted to borrow the courage of the old monks.

Under the leadership of this old monk, they stopped the masked man who turned around to leave in front of the Scripture Pavilion. The old monk raised one hand and pronounced a Buddha horn.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, I don't know why the donor forcibly broke into my Shaolin Temple, and destroyed my Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. If I can't give the old man a satisfactory answer, I'm afraid I won't be able to let the benefactor leave safely today. ”

"Hmph, bragging, don't make drafts. …… The strongest cleaner in Shaolin Temple was all knocked away by me, and you little monks who are not born are here to stop me, do you want to send me to death? ”

The masked man's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he looked directly at the old monk who spoke.

From the tone of this old monk, he had already guessed that this person must be the contemporary abbot of Shaolin, the Xuanzi monk Xuan Ci, who is known as the Tiger Arhat on the rivers and lakes. Of course, it's just the same name as the Shaolin abbot in Tianlong Babu. Whether this Xuanci raised a son in the Shaolin Temple, he didn't know.

But the prestige accumulated over hundreds of years has enabled the Shaolin abbot to exert extraordinary influence on the rivers and lakes, relying on the status of Taishan Beidou.

Even Guo Jing, who is now in the ascendant of Xiangyang City, is difficult to compare with this Shaolin abbot who has been closed for 40 years.

But so what?! …… The masked man didn't have a good impression of this group of old monks who were good at chattering.

Now that he is not bound by the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he can completely flatten the front yard of the entire Shaolin Temple with a "super * Shenluo Heavenly Expedition". Or really come and fire the enhanced fire skill "Meteorite" of the mage profession, and burn all the monks here to charcoal.

"Get out! Otherwise, die!! ”

The aggressive tone of the masked man, and the scene where the place was already in ruins, all reminded the abbot of Shaolin Temple of the danger. But for the sake of the Shaolin Temple's reputation for hundreds of years, he could not retreat at all.

"Amitabha, this donor is so murderous!

However, it is the first time that such a disaster has happened in the nearly 1,000 years since the construction of my Shaolin Temple. Regardless of who your Excellency is, I, Shaolin, will definitely not be afraid of your force. The donor wants to kill all of us today, or stay in my Shaolin to accept our Buddha's teachings. ”

Xuan Ci said calmly, without showing any hard face. But behind him, he had already seen the powerful black beard and white eyebrows of this masked man, but the hairs of the two Arhat Hall elders instantly stood up. A layer of cold sweat soaked their backs completely.

They are not afraid of death, but afraid of the mysterious man wearing a mask in a rage, and really turn Shaolin Temple into a synonym for history.

"I don't know what to do~! Since you are going to die, there is no reason why I will not fulfill you! ”

The masked man's hands were folded again, and the powerful gravitational lines led ripples through the air. Even if the move has not yet been issued, even if it is dozens of meters away, the sense of crisis of inevitable death makes the monks of the whole temple breathless.

"Ground Burst ......" "Wait!"

Before the masked man's move could be named, it was interrupted by an extremely magnetic middle-aged voice.

I saw in the distance an old monk wearing a loose monk's robe, with a layer of short silver hair on his head, and a face that was seven or eight points similar to Wuchen's before, was walking here step by step.

The monks who stood in front of him along the way were like devout disciples who had been transformed by the Buddha, and automatically gave way to a path.

"Donor, these three tricks have not been completed, and the poor monk has not been killed by the donor. Your Excellency is a master of the generation, but you want to repay the debt? ”

The old monk saluted, and a layer of black swirl-like golden aura appeared above and below Zhou's body, sending all the monks within ten meters around him silently without the slightest smoke and fire.

"Hiss~~! What a hard tortoise shell!! It's getting more and more escalated? ”

Looking at Wuchen's body protection kung fu, which was obviously one step closer, the masked man felt a toothache. (To be continued.) )